Novel & Cerita Carla Quinn Nude

It wasn't long before I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Cain step outside. Seeing him shirtless made me want to punch him. I felt as if he was just taunting me, especially given that we had just agreed sex wasn't a great idea. He walked over and sat down beside me on the steps. "Aren't you cold?" He asked, eyeing my bare feet. "You're one to talk." He laughed. "I'm about to go for a run." This grabbed my attention. "You're going to shift again?" I asked.

"It's me!" I had just struck a heroic pose, ready to stride in with confidence, when Cindy yanked me back. "Hold on, Sophia. Are you sure it's a good look to be holding your uncle like that?" I looked down. Crap. I had been holding my phone with both hands, the screen facing outward. Uncle was on a live video call, saying he had something to add. However, the way I was holding the phone… It looked like I was presenting a framed photo at a memorial service.

“If you cry, I’ll cry, and then we’ll have to deal with two ridiculous naked adults crying in the middle of the room.” She laughed. A small, wet, but genuine laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” “I know. Now take off my fucking shirt before I rip it.” “It’s YOUR shirt.” “It’s on your body. Same rule applies.” Carla rolled her eyes but obeyed. Her fingers pulled the dark fabric over her head in one fluid motion, and Alexei simply stopped breathing for a second. Because no matter how many times he saw Carla naked, it was never enough. It never would be. Her tanned skin glowed under the golden light of the lamp. The soft curves. The full breasts. The narrow waist he loved to grab.